My garden hasn't gotten that message yet. It's still in full bloom with high summer color. And inevitably, that impacts my knitting choices. At a time when I'm thinking about this turtleneck in a fuzzy haze of almost-black and blue and am planning a Marled Hat in these lovely, muted red-browns, held together, my garden is calling out to me to knit, just one more time before cold weather truly hits, with some of my brightest, most flowery yarn.
I have holiday knitting to start and some works in progress to finish. I'm trying to fight off the urge. But every time I walk outside and into my door garden, I'm tempted to dig out my brightest pink or my juiceiest green and cast on without a care. My garden is a temptress, and it is calling to me.